The ancestor is incompetent!

Chapter 174: The Secret of Yuanshui
In the cave, Li Yuan pondered for a long time after thinking about this, until a drop of water fell from the top of the stone on the top of the cave and hit the shallow water on the ground, making a crisp "tick-tock" sound at the bottom of the silent mountains. He slowly came to his senses and sighed softly.

"Ascend the throne! Ha, once I swallow a golden pill, my fate is in my own hands. This is only half true.

Fate is no longer determined by heaven, but by the hands of you, the True Lords."

Li Yuan's brows were tightly furrowed. As long as he was willing and refined this ray of reincarnation divine light, with the support of the Wanxuan Immortal Sect behind Xueyin Valley, and since he could have the reincarnation divine light, he would inevitably have the help of the reincarnation world of the Jiuzhou Taoist tradition. It seemed that his chances of ascending to the golden elixir were very great.

However, once he refined this ray of divine light of reincarnation, it would mean that he would hand over his future destiny to the hands of the Wanxuan Immortal Sect and the Lord of the Samsara Realm.

He somewhat recalled the old dragon that fell from the sky when the sunset glowed.

In order to ascend the throne, he sought help from many parties and was even willing to be loyal to the Kehai royal family for thousands of years, but in the end he was abandoned.

Li Yuan walked back and forth in this underground cave for countless times, until he suddenly stopped, a smile appeared on his stern face, and he said to himself: "Speaking of which, I still have to rely on you."

He sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and concentrated, the spirit in his mind floating, connecting to the depths of his soul.

At the same time, in the Xuanyuan Realm, Li Yuan, who was sitting cross-legged in the deep palace and immersed in cultivation, was awakened by gratitude.

He smiled lightly and pointed his finger. The entrance to the Xuanyuan Realm suddenly lit up. Li Yuan stepped into it and came to the Xuanyuan World.

Li Yuan raised his head and looked at the figure sitting at the top of the slightly dark palace.

Li Yuan lowered his eyes and looked at the man in black standing in the dim palace.

"It's rare that you finally come to see me." Li Yuan's eyes flickered, and he asked with a smile: "What's the difficulty?"

Ever since he personally released Li Yuan's soul and completed his spirituality, Li Yuan has never taken the initiative to look for him.

Li Yuan tilted his head slightly, and the candles on both sides of the palace wall in the distance lit up one after another, and the dim candlelight illuminated his knife-like jaw. "After all, I am just your clone. When I came to see you today, I should call you my real master. How dare I come to ask for something?"

"Haha, I've already said that I'll grant you freedom. From then on, you will just be Li Yuan, not my clone."

Li Yuan, who was sitting at the head of the table, smiled and answered patiently.

"If I return to my original form, will you fulfill your wish?" Li Yuan's cold eyes restrained their coldness and he looked straight at him.

"Return to the original body? Isn't this what you want now? Moreover, all the independent spiritual clones in the world have the greatest wish to break away from the original body and gain freedom. You have already completed the eighth transformation and cultivated the mysterious Yin Qi. Why do you want to return to the original body?"

Li Yuan looked at him calmly, without much surprise on his face.

Seeing him like this, Li Yuan snorted coldly, "Since you already know, why are you asking me again?
If I were to refine and integrate that ray of samsara divine light, even if I ascended to the throne, I would be nothing more than a dog under the True Lord.

I would rather it be you than anyone else."

"Oh? Aren't you afraid that you will be implicated if I fail to ascend the throne?" Li Yuan asked with a smile.

"I believe in you, you will succeed." Li Yuan stared at him without moving his eyes, and continued: "If I fail to ascend the throne, I hope you can revive me.

The reunion of your soul and mine is not a big deal for you or me. On the contrary, you will have an avatar to dispatch regardless of my success or failure."

"That's true, but you have to think it over carefully. Once you return this time, I won't allow you freedom again just in case." Li Yuan looked at him and said softly.

"I have already said it. I have made a decision and will not change it." Li Yuan looked at him directly with deep eyes without dodging.

"Okay, in that case, you and I will be the same as before." Li Yuan smiled and pointed to his forehead. His original spirit slowly rose from his forehead, emitting a hazy white light that illuminated the deep palace.

Li Yuan also raised his hands and tilted his head slightly. His soul slowly emerged from his forehead, emitting a strong black evil spirit. His soul flew into the air and gradually approached Li Yuan's pale white soul, then merged and reflected each other.

The black and white light was like a Tai Chi fish eye, gradually rotating and getting faster and faster, until the speed blurred until the black and white merged into one and became one.

That is to say, Li Yuan, as the master of Xuanyuan Realm, can achieve such harmony by relying on the effect of Xuanyuan World to supplement the Yuan Shen.

The only soul was quietly suspended in the air. Time passed little by little, and it took three full years for the soul's consciousness to gradually become clear.

Li Yuan regained consciousness. After the fusion of the Xuanming Yinqi and Yuanshen, his original Yuanshen gained a lot of benefits. After all, the Xuanming Yinqi was the Taoist way to control Yuanshen.

His primordial spirit turned, separating a portion of the mysterious Yin Qi and returning it to Li Yuan's body.

The main and secondary souls returned to their bodies, and Li Yuan and Li Yuan opened their eyes at the same time.

Li Yuan stood tall and bowed, and a cold voice rang out: "Li Yuan greets me."

Li Yuan opened his eyes, his eyes sparkling with light, as gentle as spring water, and smiled softly, "Go."

Li Yuan nodded slightly, and the next moment his body turned into a sky full of black crows and disappeared into the Xuanyuan world.

Li Yuan looked at the crows disappearing before his eyes, and remembered something. He stretched out his hand and called out, "Come."

After a while, he saw the door in the deep palace opened wide, and a noisy crow's cry was heard. Chen Ming, who had been hanging out outside for many years, flapped his wings and flew over, then folded his wings and landed on his shoulder.

The magical power in Li Yuan's eyes turned, and his shallow eyes, which were shining with the brilliance of Qin Chunyu's magical power, met Chen Ming's pair of crow eyes.

Suddenly, there was a daze in Chen Ming's eyes. After a long time, Li Yuan withdrew his magical power, the light faded, and his eyes returned to normal.

He whispered, "Li Yuan wants to ascend the throne, and he will do so in twenty-seven years at the latest.

You should accompany him to protect Qi Ling Sect and do your best."

Chen Ming immediately spread his wings, flew away and disappeared into the deep palace.

Deep in the huge fairy palace, Li Yuan sat alone in the middle of the hall, wearing a plain white robe with its hem hanging down, his silver hair like frost, and as he stood still, a vast aura appeared and disappeared.

"Since Li Yuan trusts me so much, I will not let him down.

No matter whether it is Han Yu or Li Yuan, whether they succeed in making the golden elixir or not, in the eyes of the True Lords in the sky, it will not make the slightest splash.

In this case, why not pave the way for me and build my momentum for ascending to the throne? I will be the only one who can escape the eyes of all the True Lords in the world!

Everyone from Qi Ling Sect, and Li Yuan, I am afraid I will have to trouble you. I, Li Yuan, will use your power to ascend to the throne of Jindan.

I, Li Yuan, will also do my best to protect the Qi Ling Daoist lineage forever!"

All these thoughts flashed through his mind, and his spiritual thoughts turned, connecting to the Wanfu Hall in the Immortal Palace.

The densely packed puppets were constantly arranging the various spiritual objects needed to draw the precious scrolls into a team and holding them up in front of the palace gate of Chongliang Dayu.

In the depths of the palace, there were several figures sitting upright, drawing precious scrolls non-stop.

One after another, the precious scrolls were drawn and collected on the cabinets in the Wanfu Hall. Looking around, they were so densely packed that they were countless, more than the precious scrolls owned by the hundreds of sects in the entire Nanjue Island.

These treasure talismans are all of the same kind, they are all Qingyuan Jianshui treasure talismans, the only Yuanshui treasure talismans among many talismans. Although they have no offensive or defensive functions, they can play a role in replenishing the Yuanshui Qi when one breaks through in the cultivation of the Yuanshui Taoist tradition.

He, Li Yuan, is not like the Linglong Sect where Master Jiang is. That sect's Changsun Haoyun has spent countless spiritual resources and manpower to build rivers, accumulate fortune, and seek the ancient road of Haishui in order to ascend to the throne.

It is not like the old dragon that had such a long time to prepare and accumulate strength, so that it could cross thousands of mountains and transform from a dragon.

He had no choice but to build up momentum in secret. From the moment he stepped out of the Xuanyuan world, there was no room for maneuver. Li Yuan must succeed, and he could only succeed!

These thousands of Qingyuan Jianshui Treasure Scrolls are part of his heritage.

Li Yuan's mind turned again, and the five figures who were drawing the precious scrolls all paused.

These five figures were all fog spirits he had refined himself. In addition to Nan Gui, who was the first one he refined, there were also Ci Jing, Nan Tong, Jiang Feng, and Liu Ying.

These five fog spirits drew the precious scrolls in the Wanfu Hall day and night, and they did so tirelessly over the years.

With them taking his place, Li Yuan naturally saved a lot of time, and even possessed an astonishing number of precious scrolls.

The vision passed through the Wanfu Hall, fell downward, and appeared in the land of spiritual trees.

Suddenly, one can see a very noisy scene here, with the sounds of logging one after another, the scene of burning spiritual fire, and thousands of puppets cutting down the inexhaustible spiritual wood in the spiritual wood land.

Countless human-shaped puppets transported the spiritual wood to the spiritual pool water, and the huge animal-shaped puppets acted as coachmen to transport batches of materials to various places. In this bustling area, four huge copper furnaces were set up, with spiritual fires rising and burning continuously. Four mist spirits were distracted and refining puppets one by one.

In the center of the spiritual land, there are a number of very agile puppet figures, each of which is controlling the actions of hundreds of puppets. They are the rare psychic puppets in the Qi Ling Sect.

The four fog spirits are named Yuebai, Yuanzhi, Chiyu and Xiangyi.

The Wu Lings are different from these puppets. They can be said to be puppets or tiny clones of Li Yuan. They are extremely weak, but have a certain degree of autonomy. However, they only know the spiritual arts taught by Li Yuan and nothing else.

Above the Immortal Palace, in the camp of heavenly soldiers, there were hundreds of psychic puppets who organized the newly refined puppets that were transported here into formations. Teams of puppet battle formations stood above the sky clouds, and seemed endless at a glance.

These puppet battle formations are composed of hundreds of puppets in the middle and late stages of Qi training, which cooperate with each other to form a formation. With the perfect coordination of various spiritual Qi among the Five Elements, they can deal with even a first-level true cultivator.

When tens of thousands of puppet armies appeared, even the upper-level true cultivators would feel their scalps tingling at the sight of them.

Of course, these puppets in the Qi training realm are not enough to kill true cultivators. As long as these puppets are not endless, the true cultivators will have no worries as long as they can escape from the puppet army before their true energy is exhausted.

But if Li Yuan were to personally preside over and command this puppet army, and use his Yuanshui status to provide assistance, the puppets would borrow the power of humans, and humans would borrow the power of puppets. Then, Yuanshui's magical powers would be enhanced to be extremely terrifying.

Even though he is definitely not as good as the Golden Core rank, if he does not have the rank and falls into this puppet army, what he will have to face is not a Li Yuan of mediocre combat power, but an existence that is enough to terrify all the upper-level true cultivators!
As for how terrifying it is, you need to witness it with your own eyes to know.

Li Yuan's soul returned to his body. Everything in the Xuanyuan Realm was his Yuanshui trend. In fact, he was not weaker than any upper-level true cultivator who wanted to ascend to the throne.

It's just that all of this is hidden in darkness, like the way of Yuanshui, which raises clouds and gathers water, scatters invisibly, and accumulates the water power of heaven and earth. When the water rises, it will be the infinite water that subverts everything.

……

In the Xiguangyuan Mountains, the Xiang family’s ancestral land.

The expressions of all the true practitioners were extremely solemn, and one could hear a pin drop in the simple and simple hall.

Xiang Yunhuan, wearing a light pink palace dress, sat in the main seat. Her skin was as white as cream and her hair was long and loose. She was so beautiful that people dared not look directly at her. She glanced at the cultivators present and said slowly, "Everyone is here. I won't hide anything anymore.

A large number of disciples from Wanzhu Mountain will attack again, and this time there will be tens of thousands of cultivators!

All the vassal families in the clan have been destroyed, and we, the clan itself, must also fight to the death."

As soon as these words came out, all the cultivators were shocked. They had personally experienced the viciousness of the Ten Thousand Curse Mountain. Tens of thousands of vassal cultivators in the family had been killed or wounded in the bloody battles that lasted for more than ten years, and their deaths were extremely horrific.

Now they were asked to go to the battlefield, without any vassal families to lead the way, and all the cultivators were worried.

Xiang Qingyu couldn't help but say, "Grandfather, can't we...the Xiang family move away?
It's not that we are afraid of fighting, it's just that we have to face Wan Zhu Mountain, one of the Nine Continents' Taoist sects. The other side also has a Jindan Zhenren in charge. Even if the entire Xiang family fights, we cannot withstand the opponent's offensive.

It would be better to move to another place, recuperate, continue the family, and wait for the future!"

Xiang Yunhuan frowned and sighed, "I know this too. If we continue to hold on, the only outcome for us Xiang family is the destruction of our family and clan.

But now Nanjue is no longer what it used to be. Even though it has become a continent, it has been divided up by more than a dozen powerful nations with Jindan Zhenren in charge. Where is there any place left for survival?
We have no way out.”

"Then why not surrender to Wanzhu Mountain and become its vassal!"

The elderly Xiang Changze couldn't help but make a suggestion.

“But Wan Zhushan only wants to destroy the Xiang family’s monastic lineage, re-educate the Xiang family members, and take over the Xiang family’s land.” Xiang Yunhuan replied softly in front of his uncle.

"What should we do? Why don't we temporarily disband the family, break up into small groups, pretend to be independent practitioners, and flee to other areas?" someone suggested.

Xiang Yunhuan showed a trace of despair on his face, "This is also a dead end. The other Jindan forces have completely established their foothold and started to purge the various sects.

Only kill, no surrender!

In the future, I am afraid that there will only be the forces of the ten major immortal sects, the Nine Continents Daoism, and the Jindan Daoism in Nanjue Continent, and there will be no more Daoism below the Jindan level! "

(End of this chapter)